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Inside the mind

thoughts are twisted into something not mine

Within the soul, sickness, disgust and hatred devine

how could I grow into something so sick, I’ve changed into something I cannot permit.

Festering thoughts, of the old me, I’ve all but forgot

Perverted and queer

no power to control this fear

I’ve lost any good I may once have enjoyed, My heart is twisted my soul is a void

once again

felt the vile

rise in me

final days

whatever the cause, I cannot relate,

I reach for salvation but now it's too late

hands in blood, actions now speak,

doomed to live out this horrifying fate

Inside the mind

thoughts are twisted into something not mine

Within the soul, sickness, disgust and hatred divine

how could I grow into something so sick, I’ve changed into something I cannot permit.

Festering thoughts, of the old me, I’ve all but forgot